"You're in the Nightmare Continent."
"The Nightmare Continent?"
"That's right, kid. You're in Zumka."
So, I made it despite having shipwrecked.
I take a not-so-subtle look around the small room where I had been sleeping these past few days. The difference between this place and the rundown tavern I was in before setting out is stark. Despite the tavern's deterioration, this place somehow looks even worse, and even the girl and her father appear neglected, like street beggars.
"Where am I exactly?"
"The Ivory Coast. I found you two nights ago near the beach when I was fishing, and because of you, I had to return early. So, you owe me another seventy thousand rubberts, which is what I usually make when I sell my nightly catch."
"That's not true, Father. You never catch anything."
"Ross, please, be quiet! I'm trying to earn some money for your education."
